Good Times... Good Times

What are good times for if not to remeniss and laugh at.... right?

I lost my phone this weekend. I hate losing my phone. I've only lost it one other time... it's such a pain... to have to re establish your phone list... your restaurant list, your emergency numbers... my reminders... oh man this is going to be a pain. I hope someone is honest enough to return it... lets cross our fingers!

Well I had an ok weekend... one memorable night...So to spare you of all the detailed boardom that would develop this story, I will leave you with bullet points:

• Arrive at Amys at 9:30pm Monday night
• Finished first Smirnoff Iced by 10pm
• Half way through 2nd Smirnoff and waiting for Van Cab on the curb by 10:30
• Met and shared a cab with Steve, Trouble, and Woody by 10:45
• 11pm arrive at Hermosa
• 11:15 get into Sangrias
• 11:30 get drink #1 and dance
• Between 12 and 1:30am... drink #2, and 3, dance a few more times... we ran into Steve Trouble, and Woody... I exchanged numbers with Mark, and closed Sangria down. Walked out with Ross while Amy and him exchanged numbers..
• 1:45ish we ran into Trouble, Woody, and Steve then walked together to hail a cab.
• 2:15 Wooddy found us a Cab... Trouble threw a tantrum so he got left behind
• 2:30 arrive back at Amys house... Woody made more drinks and we all lounged, and laughed.
• 3:30 I realized my phone was gone...

I think trouble took it... but that is just my theory!